Перейти к содержимому
Обложка трека SandMan — Виниловая Нейра
5:02

Трек

Виниловая Нейра SandMan

Скачать

Текст песни

He’ll pour the sand in your sleepy eyes
He’s counting minutes till the night rise
In a coat of asphalt, in boots of dust
He sees all the things you’ve lost in trust

No miracles waiting, no shadows to fear
He clicks off the light, the darkness is near
No one is crying, no one will scream
He enters while the city sleeps in a dream

Sand in the eyes — on the wall, the clock
Eroding us slowly, turning the lock
We spin in the rhythm, not looking back
He gathers each sunset, turning it black
Pouring the particles, fading the years
All that we loved has vanished in fears

Tick-tock on the nerves, cold metal sound
He knows exactly who’s broken and bound
He’s not the executioner, just a stream
The last, cold petal, the end of the dream
Tick-tock!

Clocks never stop
Sand won’t stay still
Someone is knocking
Against your own will

Just keep on dancing
While there is sand
While you are breathing
While you
Still stand!

Tick-tock on the nerves, cold metal sound
He knows exactly who’s broken and bound
He’s not the executioner, just a stream
The last, cold petal, the end of the dream
Tick-tock!

Building your castles
From minutes of mine
Where all of the hopes
Have long left the line

Every breath taken
A weight on the scale
Light fades away
The heavens turn pale

Tick-tock on the nerves, cold metal sound
He knows exactly who’s broken and bound
He’s not the executioner, just a stream
The last, cold petal, the end of the dream
Tick-tock!

He doesn't steal, he just keeps the flow
Of all that is under the pressure we know

World turns to ashes, all drifts into gray
Time in his frozen hands — it’s his way
Tick-tock!

Tick-tock on the nerves, cold metal sound
He knows exactly who’s broken and bound
He’s not the executioner, just a stream
The last, cold petal, the end of the dream
Tick-tock!

Sleep
Sand on your lashes
Sleep
Time turns to ashes
In a coat of asphalt
In boots of dust
We’ve all
We’ve all
Lost our trust

Tick-tock on the nerves, cold metal sound
He knows exactly who’s broken and bound
He’s not the executioner, just a stream
The last, cold petal, the end of the dream
Tick-tock!

0:00 0:00